A/N: Hello everyone!
So, I managed to crank out another chapter. A little more details about what's going on in my version of Dalton.
Thank you so much for your support and reviews! It means a lot that you guys like this, and I really appreciate it! We get a little more insight into the Warblers here, and I'm working on chapter four right now and am really excited about it.
Chapter Three
Kurt was lost. Lost and frightened.
He had been trying for the past twenty minutes to find a stairwell that might lead him downstairs, like the Dean asked, but this weird corridor just kept going on and on in wide, neverending circles, and Kurt was pretty sure that he had passed the Dean's office three times already. He was just about to head there to ask for directions when a tap on his shoulder made him gasp and sent him cowering against the wall.
'Oh, crap! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay, dude?'
Looking up, Kurt saw a boy with dark skin and black hair, wearing the same navy-and-red uniform that Blaine kid who crashed into him downstairs wore.
'Do you people get a kick out of scaring the living crap out of new guys?' breathed Kurt, still staring at the boy.
'Um, no?' said the boy, looking bewildered. 'You just looked lost. You trying to get somewhere?'
Kurt shook his head. 'Uh, yeah, the Dean told me to go down to the lobby, but this place is like freaking Narnia, does it have an end?'
The boy chuckled. 'Yeah, for a newbie it would be confusing. Come on, newbie, let's get you down and we can talk. What's your name, by the way?'
'Kurt,' said Kurt. 'Kurt Hummel, you? Um, can I ask something? What's with the stable, kitchen and greenhouse?'
'Oh,' said the boy, 'first of all, I'm David, hi. Um, didn't the Dean tell you? They're big here on manual work, so we grow our own fruit and vegetables for the cooking, do the cooking, raise horses, cows and chickens and stuff, you know for riding, milk and eggs. The meat we get of course from outside, they're not really keen on getting kids to kill animals, you know?'
'Wait, does it mean I have to walk around in overalls and scoop up cow and horse poop?' asked Kurt, horrified, completely appalled and engrossed in his first conversation with a total stranger who didn't judge him, that he didn't notice they had started walking and were now walking downstairs.
'You're not an outdoorsy type, huh? Well, it depends really on what you're able to do. Like, some guys here are really good with growing stuff, some are good with animals, some are good with cooking … but they try to get us involved everything, so once in a while they change up the routine for a week or so, and then we complain and they change it back.'
Kurt took this in. 'Well, I guess cooking won't be that bad … as long as I don't have to actually kill anything before I cook it,' he smiled sheepishly. Then looked around. 'How the …' they were already in the lobby, '… thank you.'
'No worries,' smiled David, 'see you around, Kurt.'
And with that he left the building, leaving Kurt amazed at how nice everyone were so far.
David ran out of the main building towards the dorm building, passing a few bewildered students on the way, ignoring someone calling his name, determined to reach the building as soon as possible. As soon as he got in, he ran up the main staircases, turned right, then left, and ran straight to the end room and hammered on the door excitedly.
'Wes! Wes! Open the damn door, you idiot! I have something to tell you!'
There was a loud snore from inside the room, making David roll his eyes.
'Wes! It's freaking seven in the morning! Get your ass out of bed!'
Finally, the door flung open to reveal a tousled-haired Asian boy, looking grumpily up at David, 'what? It's Saturday, David, leave me alone. I was up till late pruning those cucumbers.'
David rolled his eyes again. 'Whatever, look, there's a new kid right now in the main building, waiting for his dad to finish with the Dean, and we need to make sure he comes here and not the other dorm.'
Wes rubbed his eyes, looking blearily at his friend in confusion, 'Get in here, you're talking nonsense when you're overexcited.'
David hurried into his friend's dorm and promptly sat in a beanbag in the middle of the room. 'Look, there's this new kid that we need to make sure comes here, okay? We need him.'
'Why, though?' asked Wes, his face contorted in confusion, 'aren't Riley, Jeff and Nick a handful already? We don't need anyone new to keep an eye on.'
'Just hear me out,' said David patiently, 'when I mentioned the activities we do here, he sounded interested in singing, which could be cool, and he literally lit up when I mentioned we do our own cooking. Can you imagine having a housemate who can actually cook to save his life?'
Wes's jaw dropped. 'He can cook?' he squealed. 'For real? Oh, my goodness. Okay, I'll make sure he comes here. Goodness knows we need someone who can cook, if I have to live another week on In n' Out my mom will take me out of here.'
But when Wes reached the door, David's voice stopped him. 'There's one more thing,' he said slowly, 'I bumped into Blaine before I tracked down Kurt, and … he said he was pretty.'
Wes turned on the spot. 'He said what?'
Meanwhile in the main building.
Kurt looked up when he heard his name.
His dad and the Dean were descending the stairs, his dad carrying a binder with papers, looking satisfied but still hesitant, beckoning his son to him.
'Come here, bud, I've just finished talking to the Dean, and I think we're all set here, is there anything else? I really need to get back to the shop, I have a truck that needs a little fine-tuning, okay?'
Kurt ran to his father and hugged him tight. 'Don't worry, Dad, I met someone here and he seemed pretty okay. Though they do seem to like to scare the crap out of me, for some reason.'
Burt chuckled. 'Good, I'm glad. So just stay here until the Dean gets back, okay? And call me if you need anything, anytime, got it?'
'Got it, Dad.'
And Burt left the main building, leaving Kurt and the Dean standing in front of each other.
'Now, Mr. Hummel,' said Dean Greyson, 'let me just consult with a few members of my staff and I will return with your …'
But what he will return with, Kurt didn't find out, for at that very moment, the front doors of the building burst open and a gaggle of boys, including the boy who introduced himself previously to Kurt as David, burst through and hurried over to the pair as soon as they saw them.
'Dean Greyson, sir,' said an Asian boy who looked the most proper and apparently the leader of the group, 'we wanted to talk about Kurt's dorm assignment before you come to a decision. We wanted to request him living with us.'
Dean Greyson's eyebrows shot up into his receding white hair line, while Kurt's insides did a tiny flip. They wanted him to dorm with them? After only having one of them meet him for no more than a minute? What is this place?
'Really, now?' said Dean Greyson, skepticism obvious in his tone, 'Have you met him, that you're so anxious to vouch for him?'
David stepped up, rather boldly, Kurt thought. 'Yes, sir. I met him when he got lost around the corridors upstairs and led him here. I think we could benefit from his presence in the school activities, and personally I think he's great and we'd like to get to know him more.'
Kurt's head shot up. He thought he saw something of a playful smirk on David's face, and then saw a vaguely familiar curly head peek out from behind the Asian boy, Blaine. Did he also have something to do with it? Kurt wondered.
'Mr. Hummel,' Dean Greyson called Kurt's attention back to himself, 'do you have any objections to joining dormitory number two? I must warn you, they are quite a handful. Easily excitable.'
Kurt looked back at the expectant faces of the boys in front of him. 'Well, I already know David, and … it would be nice to be with people who actually want me there. Um, that is, if you guys are okay with …'
Dean Greyson cut across him, 'this is a school that will not tolerate bullying of any sort, Mr. Hummel, your private life is none of anyone's business unless you agree to make it so. So, what will it be?'
'Yeah, sure,' said Kurt, jumping slightly when the rest of the boys hollered and applauded.
'Great,' said the Dean, 'so we will just need to see where we can assign you in our daily chores. As I'm sure David told you, we make sure our boys are competent not only in academics, but in home economics, gardening, etc., is there anything in particular that you prefer? Horses?' Kurt looked terrified, 'Chickens? Cows?' Kurt tried to keep a calm face, 'Gardening? Cleaning? Cooking?' Kurt raised his head slightly.
'I think cooking might be okay for me,' said Kurt timidly.
The Dean regarded Kurt carefully, 'bear in mind that you will be cooking for your entire dorm, three meals a day, of course not alone, but it is still a big task and you will direct the others in your group. Most of those chores will be done in the evenings before, so that the following day, all you have to do is heat the food up and lay it out on the buffet tables. Does that sound like something you can do daily?'
Kurt thought for a moment, then nodded. 'Yup, I cook for my dad all the time, I think cooking for a bunch of boys won't be too different.'
Dean Greyson smirked. 'Very well, I will inform the cleaning team that they will need to clean up after mealtimes. It's been a while since we've had someone able to cook decently. We've had to order a lot of takeout for the boys.'
As the Dean left for what was obviously the teacher's room, David popped up next to Kurt, sliding his arm around his shoulder.
'Welcome to Dalton, Kurt! Come on, your dad brought your stuff up to the dorm before he left, so we can show you to your room now.'
And without further ado, Kurt was escorted by the overeager Dalton boys to the dorm building, and to his new life.
A/N: Okay, I admit that ending was slightly cheesy, but I hope it was okay.
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